DAY TWO ; 5:17 A.M.

Celestia Ludenberg waited and watched as everything unfolded. She watched Komaeda being strung up, she watched him struggle for breath, she watched blood drip from several areas of his body and she watched him try to turn his face away from the Imposter's dead body.

She watched Touko Fukawa – no, Genocider Syo – cut down Togami. She clutched her gun, waiting for what was next. What had to be next.

And what was next.

Togami bent down, retrieved his gun, checked it. Syo chatted away, unaware.

"Byakuya-sama! You don't have to be shy-"

Byakuya Togami emptied his gun into Genocider Syo's chest. She slumped backward, surprised, and was caught in the trap. She went up to join the other three. Her mouth opened and she choked on blood.

"T-Togami-"

That was Fukawa's voice. Hm. Interesting, she'd reverted back to the author.

Celestia picked her way across the rope trap and leaned her head on Togami's shoulder, enjoying the look on Fukawa's face when she realized what had happened. "I'm sorry Fukawa-san," she said. "But you don't get this boy."

She smiled as Fukawa died. Komaeda groaned in the background, and she debated killing him to shut him up, but decided that it was quite a nice background noise for a place like this. A warehouse of killing. A warehouse with bodies strung up from ropes everywhere.

Togami had picked up Komaeda's gun. It was one of those pump-action ones – perfect for that gruff, romantic hero. Not Togami's type at all, really.

She was about to tell him so when he trained it on her.

"The alliance is over," he said, voice clipped and cold. She stared at him for half of a second before swinging her own gun up.

"I suppose it is," she said. She couldn't help but have a bit of anger slip into her voice. God damn him for stopping this before she'd planned. "I believe we are what is called a standoff."

He responded by readying the gun to shoot. She took three steps back until she was next to the door, though just as her finger went down on the trigger, a bullet caught her in the arm. She cried out, dropped the gun, and reached down for it again. She managed to grasp it and took two more stumbling steps backward. Blood soaked through her sleeve, and her heels did not help the problem with getting away that she was having.

Another shot hit the wall beside her head and Celestia Ludenberg turned and ran.

16 STUDENTS REMAINING

sorry, fukawa